House Dad’s Literary Life

At noon, Murphy was a stern tutor of Yang Lan’s family. Every meal was snoring. Even if it was talking, it was simply a few words. For example, Yang Huan praised the dishes made by Yang Lan. It’s delicious, and then I’m still in the eyes of Yang Chonggui’s eyes and continue to bury my head.

The only thing that has the privilege to speak is 曦曦, the little girl is not affected by this atmosphere at all. She talks to her grandfather and dad about the new things she just encountered in the “expedition” in the yard, pointing to the dish she wants to eat. .

Yang Lan was also prepared to give the scallions. I didn't expect Yang Chonggui's movements to be faster. He grabbed the chopsticks and clipped a large chopstick. He clipped it into the bowl and suddenly piled up like a hill. .

"Grandpa, I can't eat too much, too much!" He grabbed the small spoon and didn't know where to start.

" Eat more, grow your body." Yang Chonggui said with a granddaughter.

I don't like to have so many dishes piled up in the bowl at once, so she will sprinkle, for example, the meat that I like to eat falls on the ground, so she will be sad.

Fortunately, Yang Lan came to give her daughter a break. He looked at the murderous eyes of Yang Chonggui and took half of the dishes in the bowl. "Give it to Dad, you will have it later, and Dad will give you a clip."

If you eat without speaking, you will eat very quickly at lunch, but you will be busy for a while, and it will be in the afternoon.

Yang Lan was screamed out by the acquaintance of the same village boy to drive. Murphy took the squat to the upstairs to make up for an afternoon. The little girl didn't sleep well in the morning, and began to yawn when she was eating.

The entire fourth floor is theirs, two large rooms, but there are very few furniture! The house that I live in now, a bed, a closet, a desk and two chairs, are gone.

And the whole room was Murphy and the sleeping bed and the bedding were new. The table and the wardrobe were all moved from the room of Yang Lan and Yang Qing. It was clean and it looked very old. There is also a ballpoint pen graffiti painted by Yang Lan.

The room next door is more rudimentary. It is a bed that Yang Lan used to sleep before. It is temporarily not activated, but the mattress is left with Geely.

Just after Yang Lan was there, Murphy didn't think there was anything. Now that Yang Lan is not there, she and her husband, Murphy thinks that this room is a little empty, strangers are born.

Of course, Murphy is not abandoning. She knows that Yang Lan’s family is now good enough. According to Yang Huan’s introduction, the original house is the oldest in the village, and three small rooms crowded a family of five.

Compared to the houses that I saw in the car and met today, Murphy felt that he was very lucky. At least he still lived in the building. The tiles were said to have not been laid, but they were not blacker than those. Is the old house with a broken foot? Not all old houses in Anqing Province can be called Huizhou architecture!

"Hey, what do you think of Grandpa's family? Is it fun?" Murphy leaned sideways, his arms extended out of the bed and gently touched his daughter's little face.

"It’s fun! Ma Ma, Grandpa said, take me to a particularly fun place in the afternoon!" The little girl turned over and smiled face to face with her mother. "And then, I told you, grandfather’s house. There are two calves, very small cows, not as big as their hemp..."

Murphy was relieved with a sigh of relief. Hearing the embarrassing description, Murphy knew that he didn't care about these simplistic things. She was still immersed in discovering new things.

Also, children who have so many adults bend and bend, they are still very easy to satisfy.

Now, when it comes to fun, she is excited and sleepless.

"Then you hurry to sleep, wake up, you can go to play with Grandpa!" Murphy smiled and scraped his daughter's nose with his fingers.

"I don't want to sleep, I want to play with my grandfather." The little girl also sprinkled her.

"No, you are not like this, Grandpa does not like you!" Murphy pretended not to be happy.

"Well, I am sleeping." He closed his eyes, but her thin eyelids were agitated. It was estimated that the eyes were spinning inside, not knowing what was going on.

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Nearly four o'clock in the afternoon, Yang Chonggui took his hand and walked on the small road in the country. The little girl just woke up, but her spirit was very strong, and she kept looking curiously.

But some people passing by, others are also looking at her curiously, dressed up, and are still very different from other children in the village, naturally attracting the attention of others.

I was sometimes embarrassed to see it, and I quickly took a few steps and pressed my grandfather tightly.

"Old Yang, which one are you with?" Finally, there was still an old man with Yang Chonggui's peers asking, "What is your boss?"

"Yes, the baby of the iron, do you look beautiful?" Yang Chonggui also raised his brow proudly. He used to be unsmiling, and the "figurt name" was so great that the juniors did not dare to take the initiative with him.

But when the words were opened, the neighbors in the village also said with a sigh of relief: "Beautiful, the dolls in the city are beautiful!"

"Old Yang, your home is now developed! Iron is to give you money to build a house, and to open a big car back, and to marry the daughter-in-law in the city to have children..."

"But I don't remember how I brought it back this time. I haven't heard that your family has children."

"Yes, I didn't bring it back, I didn't build a house at home, I didn't have a place to live, I was afraid of grievances." Yang Chonggui smiled and fooled the past, didn't want to tell them the truth, and talked about this, the anger of Yang Lan in his stomach, I took it out again.

"Grandpa, where are we going?" Fortunately, the voice of the young and tender, and he thought of how to clean up the idea of ​​Yang Shu, the "unfilial son".

"It's coming soon!" Yang Chonggui pointed to the front, "turn a corner, it will be!"

Turning a corner, the scene in front of him suddenly became clear, without a crowded, dwarf house, a wide, flat place appeared in front of the hustle and bustle.

"Hey, hey!" Before the spring ploughing, and near the Spring Festival, most young people have nothing to do. On the field, two people are wrestling in the venue, but others are blind, not to mention persuasion, they are rooted If you don't glance at it, you will play with a stone lock or other weapons.

Yes, weapons, there are also several weapons shelves here, but compared to the Yang family lobby, the weapon texture here is a little worse, but the knife, gun, sword, scorpion, axe, scorpion, hook, fork, etc., eighteen The weapons are also all right.

"Yang Hao, here, is the performance of the military field in the village, your grandfather personally created it." Yang Chonggui introduced the smugly.

He wants to hear the voice of granddaughter worship.

However, there was no cooperation. She was anxious to pull the grandfather’s sleeves and pointed at the two men who were rolling around on the ground. They looked up and said, “Grandpa, they are fighting, fighting. Ok."

"They are not fighting, just practicing martial arts and learning from each other." Yang Chonggui quickly explained.

"Chang'an, Dapo, you can, point to the end, big winter, make clothes like this, go back to your old lady and don't kill you!" Yang Chonggui snorted, his voice was loud, like a winter thunder.

At this moment, the young and old masters in the military field noticed the arrival of Yang Chonggui and greeted them.

Mu Chang'an and Li Shupo, who had just been working hard, and the two young people who were still very young, quickly released their hands and climbed up from the ground. They were doing the same thing, and they screamed with a low eyebrow: "Yang teacher."

Teacher Yang?

I blinked curiously.

This scene is quite amazing. Many people are greeting Yang Chonggui, and most young people are still afraid to call him Teacher Yang.

And Yang Chonggui is also like the emperor's micro-service private tour, holding a hand in one hand, carrying a hand on the back, nodding his head, radiant.

"A good practice, a man is to practice a kung fu, and then walk in the rivers and lakes, will not be bullied!" Yang Chonggui reached out and took Mu Changan and Li Shupo's shoulders, encouraged.

The two young men also got his encouragement for the first time. The two men were stiff and seemed to be met by Medusa.

But Yang Chonggui is still not satisfied, because he is only curious, and has not shown the small eyes of surprise and worship.